Unleash the beast in me: a night of raw desire and forbidden fire

the beast in me

The air in the dim bar hung thick and heavy, a cocktail of stale beer and cheap perfume. I nursed my drink, watching the shadows dance on the worn wood. It was another Tuesday, another night of pretending the fire inside was just embers. But then she walked in. Not beautiful in a conventional way, but raw, dangerous. Her eyes, dark and knowing, locked onto mine across the room. A challenge. A spark.

Something inside me, something usually locked tight behind layers of caution and routine, stirred. A low growl, deep in my gut. The civilized mask I wore felt suddenly fragile, suffocating. She moved through the crowd like smoke, a whisper of leather and something wilder. When she slid onto the stool beside me, her presence was a physical force, pushing aside the mundane chatter.

Her voice was rough velvet, asking a question I couldn't quite hear, but didn't need to. The answer was a roaring inferno in my blood. The beast. It wasn't rage, not exactly. It was pure, unadulterated *want*. A hunger that eclipsed everything else. We left without a word, drawn by an invisible, magnetic pull. The city streets blurred past, indifferent to the storm brewing between us.

Her apartment was dark, lit only by the streetlamp glow filtering through the blinds. The moment the door clicked shut, the civilized man evaporated. It was all heat and friction, skin meeting skin in a desperate, primal rhythm. There was no gentleness, only a raw, desperate collision. It wasn't lovemaking; it was a claiming, a surrender to a force that felt ancient and terrifying. Fire licked along my nerves, every touch a brand, every sound a gasp torn from the depths of something I barely recognized.

The forbidden fire consumed us. There was no thought of consequences, only the overwhelming, intoxicating need to break free, to shatter the confines of the person I pretended to be. Hours later, tangled in sweat and sheets, the beast retreated, leaving behind a hollow ache and the sharp scent of ozone. The morning light felt like an accusation. The mirror showed a stranger, haunted by the intensity of the night. The embers were banked again, but the fire had been unleashed. The question wasn't if it would happen again, but when the beast would demand its next taste of the forbidden.

Unleash the beast in me: a night of raw desire and forbidden fire

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